Sweet Dreams for hunteroffreaks
With Jack still locked up, Betsy was the one that moved his things into his new room. It wasn't difficult since she was just down the hall from him now. She was even happy to do it. Unfettered snooping was her idea of fun. She even snagged a souvenir. It was just a tee-shirt. Nothing that would be missed but it smelled like him; clean sweat, aftershave, and some hint of something that was uniquely Jack.
She was just going to keeping it in bed with her but after she showered, she decided to slip it on before crawling into his bed. She was wrapped up in the scent of him and it made her miss him just a little bit more.
Jack? Betsy tried telepathically, unsure if he was still awake.
She was just going to keeping it in bed with her but after she showered, she decided to slip it on before crawling into his bed. She was wrapped up in the scent of him and it made her miss him just a little bit more.
Jack? Betsy tried telepathically, unsure if he was still awake.